Carcass - Arbeit Macht Fleisch Lyrics

So trechant, against soft flesh,
Toothed cogs chum,
Worked to the bone,
Raw materialism,
Up to the hilt, depredated,
To stoke the furnaces,
Life slowly slips away,
Consumed, inhumed,
Toiling, rotting,
In this mechanized corruption line,
By mincing machinery industrialised - pulped and pulverised,
Enslaved to the grind.

Blood, sweat, toil, tears,

Grave to the grind.
Arbeit macht frei/fleisch.

(Lead - Amott)

Inimitable gears twist,
To chum a living grave,
Stainless cogs shredding,
Retund mandrels levigate,
Stripping to the bone,
Scathing pistons bludgeon and flail,
Just raw material,
Your pound of flesh for the suzerain,
Toiling, rotting,
Life slowly dissipates,
Consumed, inhumed,
In a corruption line, mechanized,
A grave to the blind.